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Counting My Blessings

An exercise in positivity.


Book Review 131. The Golden Legend: Readings on the Saints Volume 1, Jacobus de Voragine
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translated by William Granger Ryan
When Thomas began to teach the people and explained to them the twelve degrees of virtue. The first degree is to believe in a God one in essence and trine in persons. The apostle showed them by means of tangible examples how three persons can be in one essence, and said: “Man's wisdom is one, yet it is composed of understanding, memory, and reason. Reason is the power by which you discover what you have not yet learned; memory enables you to retain what you have learned; understanding allows you to comprehend what is shown or taught to you. The vine, too, is made up of three elements, wood, leaves and fruit, and yet they all form one vine. One head comprises four senses-- sight, taste, hearing and smell-- they being several and the head one.” The second degree of virtue consists in receiving baptism; the third in abstaining from fornication; the fourth in controlling greed; the fifth in shunning gluttony; the sixth in doing penance; the seventh in perseverance in good works; the eighth in generaour care of strangers; the ninth in seeking the will of God and doing it willingly; the tenth in seeking out what God does not want us to do and not doing it; the eleventh in love of friends and enemies; the twelfth in watchful care to observe all of this. And when the apostle had finished his preaching, he baptized nine thousand men, not to mention the women and children.
pg. 33


As a lay person on many levels-- not a scholar of religious studies, not a scholar of medieval history-- this was still a fascinating book to read. It was compiled in the 13th century and is made up a collection of the legends and stories that rose up about the saints, largely outside of scripture. de Voragine attempts to help the reader distinguish between the true and false-- noting which stories are clearly apocryphal and which are (in his opinion) likely to be the truth. He tries to build a link between the saints' names and the stories about their lives (often to inadvertently funny results to the modern reader). It reads as an amalgamation of folklore, older traditions, local myth and wishful thinking tied up into an often astonishing collection of stories.

I will admit that reading the whole thing end-to-end starts to get a little bit different different same same with all the stories. I think that [info]the_red_shoes had the best strategy with this work-- reading one or two of the stories before you go to bed at night. On the other hand, that could lead to some mighty disturbing nightmares. I'll probably give myself some time before I pick up Volume 2.

Certain themes come back again and again-- joyful martyrdom, the willingness of the saints to die, attempts to explain local legend in the light of saints and near-scientific attempts to reconcile the system of the world (there is a pretty great section late in the book that talks about the different kinds of magic and miracles).

To the modern reader, these stories are fantastic, often funny and sometimes thought-provoking, moving and even shocking. I really enjoyed the book and I will confess that I wasn't at all sure that this would be the case. I'm actually glad that I didn't chose the selections-- I think that I would have missed a bit of the pattern-building in the legends if I hadn't read the whole thing.

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Book Review-- 102. The Dermis Probe, Idries Shah
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In The Land of Fools

Once upon a time there was a man who strayed form his own country into the world known as the Land of Fools.

He soon saw a number of people flying in terror from a field where they had been trying to reap wheat. "There is a monster in that field," they told him. He looked, and saw that it was a watermelon.

He offered to kill the "monster" for them. When he had cut the melon from its stalk, he took a slice and began to eat it. The people became even more terrified of him than they had been of the melon. They drove him away with pitchforks, crying, "He will kill us, next, unless we get rid of him."

It so happened that at another time another man also wandered into the Land of Fools, and the same thing started to happen to him. But instead of offering to help them with the "monster", he agreed with them that it must be dangerous, and by tiptoeing away from it with them he gained their confidence. He spent a long time with them, in their houses, until he could teach them, little by little, the basic facts which would enable them not only to lose their fears of melons, but even to cultivate the fruit themselves.
pg. 131

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Book Review-- 80. The Life of Saint Theresa of Avila by Herself
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Forgive me, your Reverence, for wandering from my subject, and do not be surprised, for I am following my own purpose. The writing seems to take control of my soul; and it is very often quite hard to break off my praise of God, when the great debt that I owe Him springs to my mind as I write. I do not think that this will displease you, Father, for I believe we can both sing the same song, though in a different way.
Pgs. 102-103

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Book Review-- 55. Meister Eckhart: Selected Writings, selected and trans. Oliver Davies
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Therefore we should not bewail our loss. Rather we should lament the fact that our consolation is still unknown to us, that comfort cannot comfort us.
pg. 68

Books like these selected me much more time to process and capture in these kind of notes than they do to actually read. At times, when I pick up a book that I have read and see how many notes I took in the margins and the volume of work that it implies to work those into this kind of format I wonder why I bother-- why I make the effort. But then as I progress, I find that it fixes my memory of what I have read. Retyping ideas and passages that move me, although costly in terms of time, help me hold sharp things that if sharp may well stay dear. A good lesson, even if I am currently two months behind in book reviews.

*****

I find it a little bit difficult to talk about religious or spiritual classics in this kind of public forum. I ascribe this to weak-mindedness on my part, rather than malice or misbehaviour on the part of others. I have found here in the past that when discussing thinkers like C.S. Lewis or Madeleine L'Engle that people are quite put off by what they have to say because God is so much the subject of their writing. This surprises me a little, and makes me reluctant to say very much about spirituality or the spiritual writers who I enjoy. Like I said, I see this as my issue, not a fault in others.

What occurs to me sometimes is that in many cases if a writer like L'Engle or Teresa of Avila substituted the words "universal consciousness"-- or some other relevant neutral term-- for "God" in their writing then it would not change what was being said, but would still make the writing more palatable to people approaching the work. I'm not sure what that means, except that I would suggest that it is worth considering that the ideas could be useful, beautiful, and relevant even if you don't happen to share the specifics of the writer's faith. Even if you do not believe in that kind of spirituality at all. As destructive as religion has been to critical and philosophical thought, it has also engendered a great deal of the thinking and writing that created much of the base for our modern ideas. While a great deal of religious writing is simply propaganda for the official Church, there is also a large body of work which is as delicate and lovely as its secular counterparts.

Anyhow, Meister Eckhart hardly needs an apologia from me, although I guess this is what this initial thinking amounts to here. Considered one of the great medieval humanists by many, he was still very much a man of faith. Still, this was one of the best reading experiences that I have had so far this year, and it both moved and informed me.

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Book Review-- 139. A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis
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You tell me "she goes on". But my heart and body are crying out, come back, come back. Be a circle, touching my circle on the plane of Nature. But I know this is impossible. I know that the thing I want is exactly the thing I can never get. The old life, the jokes, the drinks, the arguments, the lovemaking, the tiny heartbreaking commonplace. On any view whatever, to say "H. is dead", is to say "All that is gone". It is a part of the past. And the past is the part and that is what time means, and time itself is one more name for death and Heaven itself is a state where "the former things have passed away".

Talk to me about the truth of religion and I'll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don't understand.


Reality, looked at steadily, is unbearable. )

Book Review-- The Zahir: A Novel of Obsession, Paulo Coelho (The Sunday Salon)
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This is a book that I feel as though I should be apologizing for having read. And then I feel guilty, as though I were a big old snob for apologizing. I feel as though I need to explain that I only picked the book up because somebody close to me insisted that I read it. But then again with the Snob. Why do I need to hasten to assure you that I wouldn't normally have read the novel?

It's particularly ludicrous when you consider what I often read. I love pulp fiction. I read comics, detective novels, space opera, fantasy romance, chick lit, business books, YA fantasy and 1940s magazines. None of that bothers me. I gleefully admit it. I actually even am kind of proud of the fact that I don't overcompensate for my background by only reading Very Serious History & Literature. I also try to read the good stuff, but I really enjoy pop culture.

Most of pop culture, apparently. Why can I read The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles without shame, but cringe if someone tries to hand me a copy of The Alchemist? It's as much pop culture as Harry Potter, really. So why do I find it so very bad?

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